[Comprehensive British and American] Will the golden boy fall in love with the women's clothing

"I can go back by myself." Randall sent the name of Frank Toller to the police station on his mobile phone, so that they could inquire everywhere. When he raised his head, Dick had already started his motorcycle.

"Brudhaven's not safe at night," Dick said, unhooking the other helmet from the car mirror and throwing it at Randall. "Get in the car, I know where your house is."

"Don't you think that sounds perverted?" Randall put on his helmet, his voice was obscured by the windshield, and he didn't know clearly, but he still raised his legs and straddled Dick's motorcycle. "Please drive slowly, I'm a little motor dizzy."

"It's the first time I've heard of motorcycle dizziness." Dick laughed. The motorcycle drove steadily on the road, and the speed was not too fast. His voice coming from the front could not be inaudible.

"My teacher used to...uh, he often took me shopping on a motorcycle. He drove wildly, so I was a bit in the shadow." Dick could feel his nervousness, the little boy's hands clutched his clothes tightly, The assistant student was afraid of being thrown off, and he looked really scared.

All right.Dick slowed down a little more, not showing off the driving skills he used to steal the Batmobile and drive it up the wall.

"Where did you go to school?"

Randall adjusted his posture behind him, and saw through the dark windshield the soft ends of Dick's hair, and the full moon hanging in the distant sky, which was the full moon yesterday or today.Randall was silent for a while, "Mutant school."

There are not many mutant schools, and the government’s attitude towards mutants has been changing, so many mutant schools will close down soon even if they open, and eventually become the government’s lackeys or a base for abusing mutants, Dick heard The most famous school for mutants I ever attended was the one in New York——Xavier Academy for Gifted Boys.

"You are... that, X-Men?" Dick suddenly understood why Randall's close combat skills were so good.

"Hahaha," Randall's voice brightened again, "I'm not, my friends are, and we have the best teachers!"

"Why didn't you become the X-Men? That's the world's top superhero team." Dick realized he had said the wrong thing as soon as he finished speaking.

"Maybe... I don't think I'm suitable to be a hero, right? I'm not suitable for saving other people..." Randall said in a low voice, his voice seemed to be dissipated in the wind. Rolling away to a distant place, he stared at the full moon, "I have something to do, but it's definitely not becoming a superhero."

"Good night, Randa, I wish you a sweet dream." Dick parked the car under Randall's apartment, took the helmet handed by the young man, and hung it on the reflector again.

"Good night," Randall paused, and he had already adjusted his state back to the heartless look at the beginning, as if he wasn't the one who showed a bit of fragility and gloom on the motorcycle just now.Randall turned his head and smiled at Dick, "Thank you for staying with me tonight, be careful on the road, bye!"

After the young man finished speaking, he turned and walked into the apartment.

Dick was half-sitting on the motorcycle until Randall's back completely disappeared in the stairwell, then he exhaled slowly, re-fastened the windshield, and drove the motorcycle back.Now that he already knows Frank Toller's appearance and name, he will be very busy tonight. There must be more than three or four people who have bought something from Frank. Just simply 'ask' and someone will definitely know .

"Lula, I'm back." Randall yelled at the door, and the little girl in the room ran out of the room grabbing her homework book, still dangling from her mouth that Randall had just bought this afternoon. She gave Randall a formal hug to welcome him home before showing him the homework.

Is this how little girls can eat when they are growing up?Randall wondered, it was less than three hours before he went out, and Lula had already eaten two bowls of noodles before he went out. Is it because he made too little noodles?

He took the homework book that Lula brought, flipped through a few pages, and made sure that the little girl was not just doing things half-heartedly. It will be uncomfortable."

Lula stuck out her tongue at him and ran back to the room.

Randall tidied up his things, went to the bathroom and took a shower. After changing into pajamas, he suddenly remembered that he was very lucky today, so he turned on the computer and the live broadcast software in high spirits.

There are many people squatting in his live broadcast room, and the number of people can reach tens of thousands in less than a while.

"Good evening, yesterday's matter has been resolved at the police station, don't worry everyone." Randall didn't turn on the camera, just chatting with fans and friends.

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[Wife, wife, let me see your face! 】

【Is Landa really okay?How is my sister? 】

"My younger sister is also very good, with a good attitude and a good appetite. It can't be better, but it feels like she has reached the rebellious stage... Is the little girl's rebellious stage so early?"

"Oh, what are you doing at night? Of course I'm playing games at night." Randall happily opened the game software, and while waiting for the game to start, he said triumphantly to the fans: "My luck today is super good! I have a hunch, today There must be some gold."

[It's over, it's over, you prodigal son is starting again]

[The charity ambassador is about to come out of the rivers and lakes again? 】

[Brother Lang, don’t want it, have you forgotten that you once had 100 boxes and didn’t even have a purple tragedy?]

[Bao, you don't have a hunch in terms of games! 】

"I've already said that I'm very lucky today, and no one can stop me." Randall flexed his wrist, "Let's start with a map."

He clicked to open a box, the mouse slid back and forth among the rewards that might appear, and clicked on the last golden reward, "See this? I can open five today...three out! "

[What's the matter, are you suddenly not confident in your luck? 】

[Next, please enjoy the large-scale gambling quitting promotional video. 】

"You guys are too boring, you have to trust me once in a while... The box has already been bought, we will buy less today, not more, and try to buy fifty keys." Randall's hands were fast, and his voice Just after falling, you have reached the payment interface.

A dense "No" slid across the bullet screen, which was the last advice from fans to him.

Randall turned a blind eye.

Ten minutes later, someone stared blankly at a blue weapon in a warehouse, "Aren't I... a European?"

【Bao, listen to what mom said, let's quit gambling】

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[Wife, is the person who said you were lucky today the one who was hired by this game? 】

【Charity ambassadors live up to their reputation】

Randall bent down, leaning his cheek against the table, looking unable to accept reality.Why was he so lucky an hour ago, he was able to talk to people, talk nonsense, it was like getting a pillow when he fell asleep, but why didn't the goddess of luck stop pitying him after he got home?

Did I wash away all the good luck after taking a shower?Can it be washed off so easily?

"Okay, today's live broadcast is over here. Dear viewers, we will see you next time." The male anchor, who lost both money and luck, shut down all the software, and threw himself back on the bed. Hugging the pillow sadly, remembering that I have to go to school tomorrow, it didn't take long before I started to feel sleepy.

On the other side, Dick had already changed into his night patrol uniform. He asked the oracle to look up information about Frank Toller for him. The woman on the other end of his headset yawned, and her fingers jumped on the keyboard, "Still Good thing you didn't go to Timothy."

"What's wrong with Tibbo?" Dick crouched on the roof and looked at the crowd below, his eyes hidden under the domino mask were as sharp as a falcon, as if he could easily penetrate those dark surfaces.

"He was beaten," said Barbara, adding: "Very badly."

"What? Someone else escaped from Arkham Asylum?" Dick asked angrily.

"No, it doesn't seem to be Arkham." Barbara frowned and searched for a portrait from Bludhaven's half-hacked surveillance network. Sophisticated, knocking out all the cameras before they get caught on camera... oh my god, what's going on with Bludhaven's surveillance? Is this [-]-year-old hardware?"

"The police station is already preparing for rectification, I'm sorry Xiaoba," Dick touched the tip of his nose, "Didn't Tibao see who it was? There is no one else in Titan Tower?"

"Alien mission, huh, everyone went out, only Timothy stayed up all night, he passed out after a short fight with the other party, and Connor only found him when he went back, the other party didn't do anything cruel... maybe He didn't take anything away, and he just wanted to fight Timothy." "My poor little red bird." Dick was angry and funny, "If you find the prisoner, you must tell me."

He definitely wants to punish that big bastard who didn't know what to do and shot at his underage brother.

"Okay, I guess I probably found it, the video from three days ago, luckily it hasn't been overwritten yet," Barbara said, "It's only two blocks from you, around eleven o'clock in the evening, Frank walked into the Speakeasy."

"Thank you, Barbara." Dick looked down at the location Barbara had marked for him on the display screen on his wrist, and went in that direction, "I'll treat you to dinner next time."

Barbara laughed at him, "Forget it, busy man, you have let me off many times. Sending a box of cereal is better than that, and now... I don't want to go out."

"..."

Dick Grayson, what's up with you today?Will say some unintelligible things.

"Sorry..." Dick whispered.

Barbara interrupted him: "Stop talking about this, talk about yourself, anyway, I'm free now, Batman doesn't seem to need my help today."

"My what?"

"New life? New identity? New salary...er, new girlfriend?"

"It's very good and fulfilling. I have something to do every day, but I may try the taste of coffee and oatmeal in the future. The salary of the police station is still enough. I don't have any other expenses... and I don't have a new girlfriend, but..."

Dick hesitated for a moment. For some reason, the look of Randall bowing his head and hooking his hair behind his ears with his fingers flashed in his mind for a moment.

"No, no, no girlfriend," Dick quickly dismissed the idea, "I don't have that time recently."

What the hell, Dick thought, the gay guy is me?